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Homers

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A brother gone

Another brother going

Like homers from the park

What’s on the other side

Of the stadium,

We wonder

Though we know

The town outside

The city of disorganized noise

With the ritual

Inside the designed

Space

With bases and a plate

Clean lines

Maintained swarths of green

This is what we know

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On the other side

Is chaos

And unknown

There are streets in heaven

There might be traffic patterns

Something to guide

The hit,

The sail home

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C L Couch

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